The pressure's been relentless from the Pink Corner and let me tell ya, I have reason to fear. When we were younger, Wendy threatened to 'slap my face right off' AND (as if that wasn't traumatizing enough) to 'not be my cousin anymore, if that were possible'! *pauses for gasps of horror from the reader* What sparked such a scathing piece of correspondence (oh yes, it was in writing and I gleefully preserved it for 20 years so I could mortify her with it when we reached adulthood) ... pffft! like you had to ask - it was about A BOY, naturally. What else would bring 2 otherwise 'sane adolescent girls' (is that an oxymoron? *raised eyebrow*) to blows? Well, technically only one of us would have been swinging, the other would have been running for her life *points to self*. Thankfully my grovelling and snivelling skills were honed early and I managed to keep both my face AND my family status intact!
Not easily intimidated or swayed from his quest for 'Blog Mention Domination', the BWSRN flexes brazenly in the Blue Corner. He winks crassly at Wendy in between shirtless crunches and mouths a sarcastic 'good luck'. There's no bullying of the author on his agenda - not when he has something much more powerful in his arsenal ... Boy Kryptonite. That's right, folks - he's pulling out all the stops and is executing his plan with absolute precision. Spoiling and flattering Ms. Solis with endless kudos, dropping links to this piece of cyberspace in mailboxes across the country, begging for priority placement in the Follower's section, pressing for early notification when a new entry is published - make no mistake, he's a man on a mission and no chick *he says while thumbing his nose in Wendy's direction* is gonna stand in his way. "Bring it!" he scoffs to his scrappy and street smart opponent. This tireless competitor's confidence in his devilish charms and suave demeanour is unshakable. He vows to take his reign as Friend of the Month clear into 2010 - yes, he's that cocky! *insert 12 yr old boy laughter*
I write this thing and even I don't know who's gonna be the last one standing ... the rivalry is FIERCE and neither side has shown any sign of weakness or backing down. Those of you with strong stomachs and nerves of steel, grab a snack and enjoy the show! *ding*
Id imperfectum manet dum confectum erit.
5 comments:
They say women in the IDF are cutthroat and merciless but you Miz Solis take inciting violence to a whole other level with your drop of blood in the shark tank! lmmfao Wendy, are we to be pawns in her quest for entertainment? If so ... *grin* ... en garde!
*raises hand* S'cuse me, sir. What the heck is the IDF -- and where do Wendy & I get membership applications?! *snicker*
"En Garde" indeed! You are no match for WENDY EXTRAORDINAIRE my dear sir. This is just the beginning...there will be no mercy in this game. Hope you are wearing your "big boy pants" *grin,wink,nudge*
*rubs hands together maniacally* This is turning out even better than I thought! Winner takes all, no holds barred. Who's my $ on? *zip*
Big boy pants firmly zipped, jock in place! Hope you've graduated from the training bra version of your verbal riposte, We-X! *cocks ear and plans separate retribution for the maniacal laughter I hear on the wind*
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